You Choose…

Today, on International Women’s Day, I find my self reflecting on what it means to me to be a feminist. On what sort of world I want my girls to succeed in. And how dull our world would be with out women to give it (among a million other things) compassion, flavour and colour.

I’ve actually been thinking a lot, lately, about my definition of feminism and it boils down to choice. I want my kids to grow up in a world where they have the freedom to make choices that serve them and their lives without suffering from the judgments of others. And not just judgments of men or of their employers but of other women, of their peers.

Women are terribly guilty of judging other women’s choices when those don’t align with our own. If we can’t understand another person’s path, past and purpose, when we can’t comprehend making those choices, we judge.

I would love that to change.

If a woman chooses to not have children, who am I to judge?
If a woman chooses to have a bunch of children, who am I to judge?
Because of my path, past and purpose, I cannot imagine making either of those choices, but that does not give me the right to judge someone who has.

If a woman chooses to stay home with her children, or be a badass business person, or wear a tonne of makeup, or none at all, be conservative at work and a vixen at home, shave her head, where heels everyday, enjoy many partners, or one for life, make a living at taking her clothes off, or wear a burka in public….

As long as this is her choice, and that choice gives her fulfilment and joy, then who am I to judge?

Now if any of these choices do not align with your path, past and purpose, I wholeheartedly urge you to not do them! That’s it.
I promise not to judge.